Eliot’s in kindergarten now, and while elementary school is worlds more rigidly structured than preschool, hers does allow for a certain amount of scheduled collective whimsy, in the form of the “(Fill-in-the-Blank) Day.” They’ve had Pajama Day, Wacky Hair Day, and today, the long-awaited Crazy Mustache Day.
I figured we needed a mustache, and we needed crazy, so on my first effort I just went for broke.
On the up side, she’d be the only kid at our hyper-liberal North Seattle elementary school sporting that distinctive look. But then I reconsidered: you never go FULL crazy mustache.
So I reeled it in, and for take two went more Snidely Whiplash.
Not nearly as socio-historically significant (or waterproof!), but Mike finally peeled himself off the ceiling and the kid loved it, and face it, when it comes to facial hair and your 6-year-old daughter, you really just have to pick your battles.
She wins this round…
